Samual had been allowed to go home from the hospital the day after the accident. He would've been allowed to come home the day of, if it weren't so late. And if he weren't being so damned fussy.

"Samual, I'm sorry, I just-" She was interrupted.

"No, Sophie, it's my fault. I was the one distracting you from the road. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Not another word was uttered, until they arrived at Samual's house.

"Are you sure you'll be fine for tonight? I can always stay if you want." She asked, feeling bad for her friend.

"I'll be fine. I just need some ice, and a hot mug of coffee and I should be just peachy." He said, holding the back of his neck as he clambored out of the car.

"Alright then...Call me if you need anything, and keep your cellphone on you. In case you fall, or something."

"I got a strained neck, not a broken leg. I said I'll be fine. Stop worrying about me." Samual said, walking towards his less-than modest-sized house.

"Wait, you forgot something!" Sophie called after him, grabbing his pistol off of the seat and running towards him. He always had a gun on him, though it was never loaded, although he kept some ammunition on hand, just in case. He'd always had a gun ever since he was 8, when his father taught him how to hunt. And he'd always kept one on hand since a break-in at his home a couple years back. A perfect excuse to lug around a shiny black pocket pistol, and get away with it if he got caught.

"You might wanna be careful with that." He said, taking the weapon from her and thanking her. "Could go off at any moment." Sophie rolled her eyes. He would be fine, no need to worry.

"You should go to the park, take a nice walk and clear your head. As for me, I'm going to plop down in my chair with a cool icepack and watch some TV." Sophie nodded. "Just remember, call me if you need anything!" Samual returned the nod, pocketing the gun and closing the door behind him.

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